I tell you it was Lord Hartledon.

And if harm doesn't befall him at Calne, as shadowed forth in my dream, never believe me again." "There, that's enough," peremptorily cried the clerk; knowing, if once Mrs.Gum took up any idea with a dream for its basis, how impossible it was to turn her.

"Is the key of that kitchen door found yet ?" "No: it never will be, Gum.

I've told you so before.

My belief is, and always has been, that Rebecca let it drop by accident into the waste bucket." "_My_ belief is, that Rebecca made away with it for her own purposes," said the clerk.